The pain is difficult to endure, but Gabby does her best. She attempts to warm up her hands again by stretching and moving her fingers around. “Think I got frostbite…” she laughs awkwardly in response to Yvaine Varron’s concern. Gabby winces a little when Yvaine wraps the jacket around her hands, but the warmth did help soothe the pain.

“Thank you.” She smiles out of gratitude but couldn’t help feel guilty as she caused trouble over a stupid decision. “Yes, if we move quickly perhaps we can revive it at a pokemon center.” That’s what Gabby had hoped, but there was no way of knowing. It was frustrating that they couldn’t help the other pokemon and horrible that they were subjected to this kind of treatment.

Locke’s sudden shout caused Gabby to jump, wondering what else they could have discovered. While approaching she heard a loud noise.

“What happening..?” She utters to the group watching the planetarium wall undergoing a bizarre change.

Yvaine Varron wolfgang volkov Locke Jamison

"We can at least attempt to free that one…" she mutters softly, her focus shifting back to the poor pokémon still shivering in its display. Her focus breaks momentarily when a loud noise resonates through the room, moments after Locke Jamison manages to pull the Mysterious Device out of the computer. The room starts to warp, shifting the planetarium until both more space and a door appear. The mercenary remains stuck in place for a few moments, staring as a pokémon emerges from the doorway looking at them inquisitively. None of her instincts trigger at its view safe for her curiosity at the novelty o4f this one she just can't seem to recall… graceful and flowy, with innocent eyes and a seemingly curious demeanor. But the very moment wolfgang volkov addresses it in search for a way out, her eyes are back on the other novelty pokémon. If they're leaving, it should go with them rather than be left to its own devices.


Her hand moves towards her belt, and with a swift motion Gabite has returned to its pokéball, Gliscor being summoned in its stead. "Gliscor, use Stone Edge on the far side of the display to open it up!" The Gliscor screeches contently, sending a volley of sharpened rocks to break the entire side to bits, and with it parts of the chains holding the small pokémon in place. Carefully she attempts to pry the shivering pokémon from its would-be icy prison, trying not to touch any of the display case's edges, just in case that it too would cause her some kind of frostbite. Yet it didn't take long for Yvaine to free Hisuian pokémon, gently cradling the shivering pokémon in her arms. With a gentle smile directed towards it she walked back over to gabrielle black, presenting the little tyke to the young girl. "Care to keep it warm while we get out of here? I'm sure it'll like that." Her scarred face looks surprisingly gentle as she softly deposits the pokémon in the girl's arms, gesturing for her to tag along as she joins Locke Jamison and wolfgang volkov near the unknown pokémon, her Gliscor floating along behind her and Gabby as a last line of defense. 


Her attention now turns unto the Meloetta, curiously. And then she's said it faster than she could think it, in a moment of cheer naivité, not entirely convinced that this graceful pokémon was supposed to be a guardian of this horrible place. "Are you okay? Did they try to do this to you as well…?"




Note: Freed the Hisuian Pokémon, but it will be claimed by gabrielle black 

LEAGUE BARRACKS 2E

CONCLUSION

THE ICE SPREADS upon contact. it starts with gabrielle black’s hand but inches down her fingers and into her palm. the inclusion of Yvaine Varron’s jacket provides relief in more ways than one. aside from warmth, the clothing provides a conduit for the ice to eat up, as opposed to the rest of gabrielle’s hand. the once malleable fabric becomes rigid as the ice gives it shape and integrity.



“pi?”

the MELOETTA continues to stare at the glass portal they came through. when nothing else happens, it look at wolfgang volkov and then Yvaine Varron.

“pi!”

suddenly, the whole room seems to be pulled by an invisible force. light, colour, and physical space tear into zooming lines around your eyes. your body is shunted forth. it feels like it stretches and twists into some nucleon tube.

flattening.

in a disorienting swirl, briefly, your body feels as if it is compressing before the world expands around you like a spring bouncing off a hardwood step.

everything reorients itself back to normal as you find yourself in the same room. nothing seems to have changed despite the phenomenon.



“melly~ get back here!”

from within the planetarium, the CURATOR steps out. she stares at Locke Jamison, who has her MYSTERIOUS DEVICE in hand.

“we shifted too early! we need to go back.”

behind her translucent visor is the look of sheer panic. she immediately commandeers the computer terminal, replacing darktriad.exe with '820.dll'. the room starts to vibrate once more.

“melly! get ready!”

Locke Jamison
Yvaine Varron
wolfgang volkov
gabrielle black